Lullaby Baxter - Knucklehead lyrics

The petunias jeer and whistle At your little pipsqueak of a house Knucklehead, get outta bed And face the day your knuckleheaded way Poor, poor knucklehead Throw away them fancy books you read They're what makes you think you're dead My poor, poor knucklehead Of all the knuckleheaded things to do Of all the knuckleheaded things to say My poor, poor knucklehead You haven't said or done a single one all day bu*terflies don't wear boxing gloves To clobber all the ones you love Poor, poor knucklehead Is that why your little Mrs. lives under the bed? Holding her breath and playing dead? Your brittle little Mrs. made of gingerbread Poor, poor knucklehead Can I buy you a brand-new feather bed Can I roll you to the circus And shoot you from a cannon In that brand-new feather bed? The old tick-tocker Starts to crackle A whole new knucklehead In a brand-new feather bed Such a lucky knucklehead Such a lucky, lucky knucklehead Such a lucky knucklehead Such a lucky, lucky knucklehead